There is no wind blowing
The tree stands green, serene.
It enjoys the bird’s singing
And wonders: ‘What does it mean? ‘
Blessed by this soft rain
Both the bird and the tree
Keep singing tunes again
Flooding the earth with glee!
The bird’s chants soar above the tree
This one feels nurtured by them
Its leaves dancing onto the sea
Where the bird goes and treasures them!
Such enticing eyes 🙂 And I like your poem.
Nice to meet you! Many thanks for the follow.
Thank you Very Much! your words of kindness are highly valued! Thank you and God Bless you as well always.
Goodness, those eyes look scary. Good writing though.
Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it!
Cheers;
Miran